"AMERICAN GRAFFITI" Screenplay by George Lucas Gloria Katz ...

the road.
GIRLFRIEND
(giving another snotty
smile)
Ain't he neat?
Terry doesn't say anything. There's another incredible scream
as Falfa roars off, leaving Terry to stare through his smoke.
Terry accelerates the '58 Chevy--at a prudent speed.
As the radio blares "Almost Grown," Terry glides past the
lighted stores slowly, taking in everything with wide eyes
from his beautiful new car.
Terry passes a steaming rear-end collision at an intersection
where two guys and two girls are all yelling.
Then, suddenly, he spots a girl--walking--alone. His mouth
drops open in amazement as he slows to a crawl. Debbie,
nineteen, with blonde hair, wearing a blue and white spaghetti-
strap dress, strolls along the sidewalk.
Terry rolls the powerful engine, but she ignores him. As he
passes her, he speeds up.
TERRY
What a babe... what a bitchin' babe...
And Wolfman Baby, she's all mine.
Terry tears around the corner and starts his approach once
more. He quickly whips out his comb, touches up his hair and
settles down into a comfortable slouch.
TERRY
Okay, honey, here I come--James Dean
lives!
He hits the clutch, roars the engine a couple more times and
then--disaster. Debbie passes behind some rough looking dudes
on motorcycles, parked along the curb. One especially vicious
biker turns and looks at Terry as he passes.
Terry roars off around the block.
TERRY
Stay cool, honey--don't let those
creeps bug you. Wolfman, please don't
let those creeps bug her... please.
As Debbie passes the bikers, they hoot, holler, and make
barnyard noises. From the cat calls, and Debbie's manner it
seems obvious that Debbie is a girl a lot of boys have
"known."
She has walked clear of the bikers as Terry screeches around
the corner again. He pulls up alongside her and again slows
to a crawl. The pass each other for awhile, but she doesn't
look over.
TERRY